Florida is in a state of perpetual summer. It's bizarre: In February, locals are wearing sweaters. It's 25°C (77°F) and blisteringly hot, but, for them, it's kinda cool.
Temperature is relative, I suppose.
For us, coming from the deep freeze, there's something about wearing shorts this time of year: it feels like a gift. And we've taken full-advantage. Shorts. Short-shorts. Shorty-short-shorts. And flouncy button-downs. Deck shoes. Checks and stripes and blues and khakis. Easy-breezy.
And, conversely, back at the house we're renting, you won't find us obsessing over clothes. That's the beauty of a secluded yard in the tropics: our wardrobe consists of SPF30 and not much else. There won't be photos of that.